And far across the dying day,
Beyond its utmost purple rim:
Beyond the night, across the day
The happy Princess followed him."

"Through all the world she followed him," added Patty; "I think our
quotations are a bit inaccurate, but we have the gist of Tennyson's
ideas."

"And the gist is--?"

"That I'm a happy Princess," she smiled.

"Well, you're in your element, that's certain. I never saw anybody enjoy
fixing up a house as you do!"

"Did you ever see anybody fix up a house, anyway?"

"I'm not sure I ever did. I had very little home life, dear."

"Well, you're going to make up for that now. You're going to have so much
home life from now on, that you can hardly stagger under it. And I'm
going to make it!"

"Then it will be a real true home-made home! Sometimes, Patty, I fear
that with all your tea-houses and formal gardens you'll lose the real
homey effect--"

"Lose your grandmother! Why, in the right hands, all those faddy things
melt into one big bundle of hominess, and you feel as if you'd always had